Eleanor called Peter the second she cleared the conference room.
She wasn't asking him to defend her she was worried Cassandra's theft would come back around and hurt Fenwick & York directly.
Peter told her not to worry about it.
Turned out he'd already filed the design patent through the IP office the moment she'd handed him the original draft which was exactly why Cross Group now had to scramble a market-wide recall.
Julian took the day off.
Eleanor could see straight into the empty executive suite from her desk.
As his secretary, she had his entire calendar memorized, today included.
Which meant she knew exactly where he was out on a yacht, deep-sea fishing with Cassandra.
Every meeting, every deal on the books today, canceled without explanation.
She remembered, with an old, f
